I want to run with my friends to the gas station in the middle of the night
To get a pack of hot Cheetos, a redbull And some cheap vodka. I want to spit my dreams at the sky. To smile and not wonder why
I want to skip half a class with my best friend.
Knowing we won’t get caught because there’s a sub and I want to scream at a tree.
Aggressively. With lovely words spewing from my jaws. I want to dance at a party and not wonder who’s watching. I want to sit in a warm car on a Saturday night in December
And kiss someone who feels like warm tea on a Sunday morning. I want to bake a batch of cookies And distribute them to my friends for Christmas, telling them that I’m glad I’m there. I want to mean the words I say. I want to drink a redbull at 4am fingers flying across the keyboard Typing an essay due at 7 I want to jump into a cold lake in may washing away my worries. Like I had any anyway. I want to live. And yet, living like i am right now, I might as well die.
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